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hedonium alchemist. extremely fond of calendars and rearranging time qualiaflow.substack.com my other account: lightningcolors.bsky.social

Evasions Many fainéant fops and coxcombs and foul flights; many, many feathers, flights, and fowl, for I must feint by this evening’s fantails, I must evade the eventails. Cuckoos, coquettes, and cockatoos; peacocks and pigeons and parrots and potoos, all preening and plucking and pruning plumped panoplies of plumage to deploy the diabolical skill and ploy of plashed panache, all zing and zig and zag and skirting zay-a-zay. Zay, a-zay, princox of principium, zay, a-zay. You are the original thing, the plush panjandrum prinking in empurpled emperies, O emparadised, O flinger of winged pink, plum, puce, puccoon.
Elemi is the "Gallium is the 'Kumquat is the jalapeño of citrus. Sherbet powder is the "Kumquat is the jalapeño of citrus" of food powders. Marzipan is the "Sherbet powder is the 'Kumquat is the jalapeño of citrus' of food powders" of almond confections. Halvah is the "Marzipan is the 'Sherbet powder is the "Kumquat is the jalapeño of citrus" of food powders' of almond confections" of sesame confections. Cherimoya is the flan of annonas. Soursop is the absinthe of fruits' of metals" of oleoresins
"which account do you prefer?" bar graph. ~73% for "i can't tell which is which" (yeah there's a lot of overlap), ~18% for alt, ~9% for neither (thank u for your honesty)
I'm at my third light-tattoo consultation. I've already got dawn schlieren through greenhouse panes on my shoulder and crown glass ripple-caustics down my spine. Now, I'm split between a sunset prism's dispersive fan or the amber subsurface scattering of honey for my forearm. My artist warns that SSS work hurts more, since the ink has to glow from deep inside the dermis, and the pumped photons take a month to settle. Then she angles the prism mockup across my wrist, and my forearm throws a spectrum across her station wall: red at the heel of my palm, violet disappearing into the elbow crease, a white light cracking open along the full length of my forearm. It's a simpler piece, technically, but I pick the prism-gleam.
screenshot of "Fizz! Doughnuts trifurcatingly on the quaywharves, consequentially better wack up those spaghetti-o-o-s. Nonetheless, splining, q-cosining, interarugulated interfilamentary contrails also inexorably extirpate Horchata the Obscene Scalene of the exotic purple fungus party. Do you think you'll have any velour velveteen drag-ooooons left -- do you think you'll have any drag-ooooons left, Char-lie -- after this round of "bongo time with Nutso the Jamaican Kraken", or chocoly chalkpuddings?"
brown tabby cat spotted through a window slinking away over some rocks on a cold january morning
Word cloud visualization for 2025 showing your 50 most-used words, sized by frequency. Top 10: "green" (15×), "void" (13×), "light" (13×), "universe" (10×), "prisms" (10×), "blue" (9×), "banana" (9×), "those" (8×), "space" (7×), "smell" (7×) (from Anisota's Annual Bluesky Harvest)
Olfactory PTSD. Not the fire but its aftermath: burnt rubber and charred wood tapering into cinders and sawdust, synesthetically rusty-red. Skunky smoke, shriveled raisins, desiccated plums, the stink of waste and grief following a temporal arc of bad-to-worse. Jasmine's perversion, flowers à l'envers, the crime scene at the bottom of the hedonic cliff of thermal degradation. Predatorily tenacious, metabolically unprocessable, the phenomenology of being trapped with a smell. An Anthropocene molecule: haunting and mummified, it smells like things that should end but can't, like imperishable love thrown to shit, like the inability to complete mourning. It's Pyralone for people clicked on the alt text! Whoa, your curiosity just keeps rewarding you!
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A long-haired, piebald, mask-and-mantle patterned cat performs a type of communicative cat-dance, wriggling on the floor, gyrating
Evening Harmony By Charles Baudelaire Translated by Me Now comes the time when stems begin to sway: Each bloom secretes scent like a censor’s plume; The evening wind twirls with sounds and perfume; Melancholy waltz and dizzying glissé. Each bloom secretes scent like a censor’s plume. The violin quakes like a heart being flayed; Melancholy waltz and dizzying glissé. The sad, sweet sky seems like an altar room. The violin quakes like a heart being flayed, A gentle heart, which hates the Nothing’s gloom. The sad, sweet sky seems like an altar room; The sun drowns down in its own blood-let bay. A gentle heart, which hates the Nothing’s gloom, Gleans hints from each luminous yesterday. The sun drowns down in its own blood-let bay… Your memory glints like a relic’s tomb.
Lord: it is time. Those summer days were huge. But lay your shadows on the sundials. Let loose your winds across the meadow blooms. Bid the last fruits to swell and fill the vine. Give them a taste of two more southern days, press them unto consummation, and chase the final sweetness into thickened wine. Whoever has no house won't build one now. Whoever is alone will stay alone, and stay awake, write letters out, and go through old avenues, to wander up and down uneasily, when leaves begin to blow.